This postcard with its industrialbackground and blue watersreminds me of Chernobyland the unseen black rain fallingonto the sandpit in Japan, of my sonplaying with his bucket and spade indoors,of Nostalgia by Tarkovsky,and of my first love revisitedin Italy, swimming together in the hot spring,the man on the diving board of my fatherand my first swim, of radiation, my first son,of my first love, my first swim in blue memorieson a postcard.